The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-07-30
BULL FIGHTING IN MADRID.

D V 1GE1 LIN M Louise Chandler Moulton, in Cosmopo itan
 The amphitheatre is an immense place, round like the Roman Colos- scum, and the ring is surrounded by "terTaced granite" and crowded with galleries. Six bulls were doomed to die for our entertainment, but I only out-stayed the taking off of three of them. It was the last grand bull- fight of the season, and the audience was brilliant one. The young king and queen looked down from their box of state; old Isabella was there with her daughters and adjacent boxes were occupied by lords and ladies of high degree.
 The first bull was very meek. His sole desire seemed to be to be let alone. The ptcddores, or mounted spearsmen, pricked him with their lances, and he looked at them with an injured air, as if he would fain have said: "How can you? am a we'll intentioned bull, and deserve noth- ing of this sort" One was divided between disgust at his want of spirit and indignation that a creature so harmless and kindly should be fore doomed to death. He walked up slightly when the b0RderfHeros came in with their darts and gay cloaks but all through, one felt that he was being butchered to make a Spanish holiday, without at all taking his own part, and even the n,0todor, whose office it was to give him his death wound, performed his task little scornfully, as if it were hardly worth the trouble.
 The second bull was a different fel- low altogether. As young Ameri- can on my left expressed it, he was there, "all there.' He had sullen, determined, desperate nature. He gored two horses to death, literally in an instant, just uplifting them and running them through with his mighty horns. He made sudden plunges at the bdaderfHer0s, and he pushed the great mdtd1or himself to 1 the end Of his resources; hut at last he lay there dead, and the team of mules dragged him out of the arena. l He was as black as an undertaker's horse, and he had been solemn and in- dignant and scornfuully silent all the way through.
 The third bull was little red one. as fiery and aggressive creature as can possibly be imagined. He did not chance to hurt the horses, but he made swift plunges at the cloaked b0nde'1tierOS, which it took all their skill to escape, and once he even leaped the barrier, and caused a precious commotion among the audi ence for a moment. This brilliant creature made hot work for the ban der1Ueros, and even held the matador for long time at bay, but at last he gamely died; the black mules dragged him away as they had done his brothers before him.
 By this time 1 thought I knew enough about bull- Lights, and I left the king and queen and their court to behold tho other three combats with out me, and went away to walk on the prado and reflect. My sympathies were all with the bulls. They were the only creatures who had no least show of fair play. They alone were doomed with absolute certainty from the start. Even the horses might es- cape, and at worst their torture was but for moment. The men were only in just enough danger to make the thing exciting, and there were ninety mine chances out of a hundred that they would escape scathless; but the bull, let him bear himself never so bravely, was to be made an end of.